...long live Ladyfish!
The wife is getting ready to take her to the fish shop and 'have her cleaned'. She will come back all shiny and new, and hopefully more frisky than this one was.
I mean, I've never seen a damn fish play dead so much. I'd find her on her back, floating, and I'd say 'well, just fuck...' and reach in to pick her up and we'd scare the shit out of each other.
She'd snap around and fluff up and give me a WTF?! look and scuttle away backwards away from me and I'd bang my knuckles on the way out.
I don't like fish who just lay there. Lady floats...
Whatever, I'm glad this one's dead. Next!